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Love is a sweet wreck

My heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.
How long had desired, he thought, and a chill along his spine.

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the evening, fresh spring, looked magnificent under a blanket of stars convicts.

He saw her come down the stairs with that long blue dress.

Just last in the shadows of the alley smiled as only she could do, then hesitantly looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one at home had noticed his release prohibited.

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was so young, he thought again, so beautiful and fresh.

Suddenly a heavy carriage passed by. The horses' hooves on cobblestones sounded like English castanets.

took her hand and hid in the dark.

last echo was lost among the sleeping houses.

Everything went quiet.

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She sank softly against his body.

He shook it gently in an embrace and finally kissed.

The time then seemed to stop his heart broke and in a kaleidoscope of feelings sweet.

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was so sure he loves her. Tomorrow he would have asked to marry her father, after he had already worked for 19 years and quite a bit of help as Constable of the town.

It was not a naive, the plague of 1620 had taken away all the relatives, but he had survived, had learned a trade, now it was time to start over, start over with her.

Finally a future together, without subterfuge, without having to meet secretly he saw before him a long life waiting to be lived.
was happy.

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Then he awoke.

In the hospital room surrounded by saw the neon monitor emitted rhythmic tinkling of control.

bitter taste in the mouth of the disease.

around him also saw the faces of the children and grandchildren. They seemed, however, beyond a glass covered by ice, but no one was missing.

slowly move the oxygen mask and said, "Ah! Being able to fall in love once again."
spoke softly, with a whisper and no one understood his words.

He had more time. Then he smiled
himself and sat down for ever in a sweet, long silence.

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